The Night Heroes

From the heat of the light I retire The mind eager, drops the clatters of the noon For great is the dark’s breeze that cuddles the soul Ah! Joy of haven the body dreams But a betrayal, the soul to the body That lifeless the mind wanders about Lost in the midst of the past souls street For hopeless the body is being left to lie Yet the distant song from the cricket Joined with the frog’s band music, silently and- Cunningly lures the soul back to the body Giving life to that that once wandered